Peachy Keen Films-Guard Duty

A soldier dame is sitting on a sofa in total military apparel. ItТs truly, truly scorching. This uniform doesnТt sigh at all and itТs so phat and stifling. She unbuckles the top in order to get some kind of breeze. After guzzling some water, itТs still to molten to teddy, so she just takes off her t-shirt and sits in her hooter-sling.

Bored, she breathes, gliding her palm down her trousers. She embarks to fondle her labia. SheТs so raw. ThereТs no one else around. ItТs a brilliant chance to sheer pleasure herself. SheТs indeed getting into it when a fellow sploogs in the door. Funked, she fastly pulls her forearm down her trousers.

Okay, this is awkwardЕ They glance at each other for a moment. She attempts to go for her gun but heТs faster, as his gun is much closer. He shoots her in the arm, and then in the tummy. She clutches her stomach wound with a bleeding palm. He has no use for her, so he shoots her in the orb, right thru the hooter-sling.

The chick loses consciousness, slumping over on the sofa. The soldier takes her hooter-sling off. He pulls down her trousers and undies and begins to paw her cooch, then caresses it with the apex of his gun. She wakes up, groaning. She prays with him, attempting to attraction to his humanity, his feel of grace. But he just laughs at her and shoots her again in the torso, stomach, and puss. She quivers and buckles, still alive somehow.

Bending over, blood pours out her gullet. She falls still. The soldier thrusts her down to the sofa, her eyes gazing vacantly at the ceiling, and her trousers around her knees. What a disgrace as a guard.